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Sunday, September 27

AGE VISION


The old man

Walking his old dog

Trudging, no rush


Step by step

With a bit of help

From his old stick


Passes by

A group of youngsters

Who stop to see

As unhurried he manages

And at them grins


Only one of them

Actually observes

Realizing that that will

One day be him.


© Dulce

Image : Little Boy VI by Idal Mia Jotta

18 comments:

Nessa said...

Yes, most of us will be like that.

Liam said...

I have often wondered about age. I can't believe that in three years I will be 30. Where did the time go?

Shadow said...

yeah, that happens... only the other day i wondered when i would die. how old i'd be. and all the other what's, if's, who's that came with that thought... and then i quickly cut it off. death frightens and scares me... too darn permanent.

paramveer said...

ONE DAY I WILL BE OLD!!who can stop this to happen!!!..:(

steveroni said...

TIME: Is there such as you? Or did everything REALLY happen in that split second, that wondrous moment..of the CREATION?

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OK Dulce, OK now, you are getting personal with these poems, ya hear? --grin!

This is thoughtful, insightful, beautifully worded. You have a wonderful talent, and you think perceptively. And I like your photo also!

"See" you around!
May PEACE remain with you.

Old man with an old stick!

steveroni said...

Can I say something to Shadow here? Please?

I too, think occasionally about death, but I have not the slightest fear about it. Thank God SOME condition in Creation is "permanent".

I believe our souls are blest with this quality of permanence. (You do also!)
PEACE

Sherry said...

Powerful. That moment when we realize -- what the future holds for us.

Fireblossom said...

Quite thought-provoking, dear Dulce! That will be me any day now, "sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."

(but my dog thinks I'm a genius and a supermodel. Goddess bless dogs!)

Rikkij said...

I find it interesting that no one seems to wonder of the one who sees ahead beyond tomorrow. He will be brilliant but tortured as his thinking runs deep. He now has become as old as the man in his seeing and must carry all that goes with it. Interesting. ~rick

quilly said...

I do know know why, but I always realized as a child, that the possibilities of my future -- good and bad -- were mirrored in the elders around me. I know that is what kept me from using drugs. It also guided my actions making most of the life altering decisions which came my way.

Margie said...

Oh, Dulce I so loved this poem.
It is just wonderful.
What a wonderful writer you are!
Thank you!

Margie
xxx

P.S And that picture goes perfectly with the poem.

Dr.John said...

Wonderful poem. When I was a kid I made fun of an old lady that was becoming senile who used to walk down the sidewalk in front of my grandmother's house. My grandmoyjer said " John some day you will be old too."
Today is that day .

Silver said...

That is the smart one. ;)

~Silver

Dr.John said...

Missed your comment yesterday.

Sylvia said...

... And blessed are the ones who get to that age! Very well observed, Dulce!

Jessie said...

i too have been thinking about how quickly time flies. maybe bcs my daughter is having a bday tomorrow and she's 8 hrs away.

wonderful post!

smiles,

steveroni said...

Shhh!

Kilauea Poetry said...

I like your reflections here..nice-